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Saturday, July 18, 2015

Yes, still here :-)

Yes, I'm still here :-)
Been busy.
Had a nice idea for a new novel, yes, novel, not novella. Cross between 9/11, Charlie, Die Hard 2 and Noddy.
Also did a nice sci-fi Weekend Quickie...(Iron Writer)



WQ 124 – elements: 200 words, image of a city, desperation, ‘a needle in a haystack’


The ship flew down to habitat level, skimming the taller buildings of the inferior alien race infesting the planet.
"Can sensors pick it up now?" screamed X1286382 (friends called him Bob).
"No," replied his co-pilot, X1295649 (Ted). "To coin a phrase, it's like looking for a 'needle in a haystack'."
"Don't use those colonials on me, Ted! I'm desperate! Where is it?" He pressed a few more buttons on the display, trying to hone in any search parameters available. Nothing.
"Sorry, I can't help you, I was having a rest last time we were here." Ted put his arms behind his head and closed his multiple eyes.
"Come on! You know what the guy looks like! You got it for me!" Globules of ooze secreted from his pores.
"They all look the same to me, Bob. 1 head, 2 arms, 2 legs. Some walk on all fours."
"Ah-ha! There!" An image zoomed in on the display, showing a busy city corner and a small wooden mobile structure. "Is that him? Is that him?" screeched Bob, pointing all his seven digits. Ted sighed and slumped forward to the display.
"No, not him. Really, Bob, it's only a hotdog."
"Only a hotdog?!"



The ship flew down to habitat level, skimming the taller buildings of the inferior alien race infesting the planet.
“Can sensors pick it up now?” screamed X1286382 (friends called him Bob).
“No,” replied his co-pilot, X1295649 (Ted). “To coin a phrase, it’s like looking for a ‘needle in a haystack’.”
“Don’t use those colonials on me, Ted! I’m desperate! Where is it?” He pressed a few more buttons on the display, trying to hone in any search parameters available. Nothing.
“Sorry, I can’t help you, I was having a rest last time we were here.” Ted put his arms behind his head and closed his multiple eyes.
“Come on! You know what the guy looks like! You got it for me!” Globules of ooze secreted from his pores.
“They all look the same to me, Bob. 1 head, 2 arms, 2 legs. Some walk on all fours.”
“Ah-ha! There!” An image zoomed in on the display, showing a busy city corner and a small wooden mobile structure. “Is that him? Is that him?” screeched Bob, pointing all his seven digits. Ted sighed and slumped forward to the display.
“No, not him. Really, Bob, it’s only a hotdog.”
“Only a hotdog?!” - See more at: http://theironwriter.com/the-iron-writer-challenge-weekend-quickie-124/#sthash.niKK2Jf8.dpuf
The ship flew down to habitat level, skimming the taller buildings of the inferior alien race infesting the planet.
“Can sensors pick it up now?” screamed X1286382 (friends called him Bob).
“No,” replied his co-pilot, X1295649 (Ted). “To coin a phrase, it’s like looking for a ‘needle in a haystack’.”
“Don’t use those colonials on me, Ted! I’m desperate! Where is it?” He pressed a few more buttons on the display, trying to hone in any search parameters available. Nothing.
“Sorry, I can’t help you, I was having a rest last time we were here.” Ted put his arms behind his head and closed his multiple eyes.
“Come on! You know what the guy looks like! You got it for me!” Globules of ooze secreted from his pores.
“They all look the same to me, Bob. 1 head, 2 arms, 2 legs. Some walk on all fours.”
“Ah-ha! There!” An image zoomed in on the display, showing a busy city corner and a small wooden mobile structure. “Is that him? Is that him?” screeched Bob, pointing all his seven digits. Ted sighed and slumped forward to the display.
“No, not him. Really, Bob, it’s only a hotdog.”
“Only a hotdog?!” - See more at: http://theironwriter.com/the-iron-writer-challenge-weekend-quickie-124/#sthash.niKK2Jf8.dpuf

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